“Just me. My mom died when I was young, and I don’t remember her. My dad was the kind of man who could never settle anywhere. We traveled a lot. He encouraged me to learn to play guitar, telling me I could figure it out.”

“He didn’t play himself?”

“No, but he loved that I was enthused. About the time I turned twelve, I knew I wanted to be a musician when I grew up. I started writing songs and singing. When I was fifteen, we settled in a small town outside of LA. That’s where I met Steve.”

“I wondered about that.”

“We connected instantly, mostly because we loved music. Steve is a great drummer. We started a band. When my dad wanted to move on, I told him I wanted to stay.”

“He let you?”

“Yeah.” Micah remembered the sadness in his father’s eyes. “He knew he couldn’t help me with my dreams, not with us always moving around. I never got the sacrifice he made for me until later.”

When Adriana had been pregnant and he’d found out he was having a son. At that moment, he’d understood what his father had done for him.

“He passed away about ten years ago.”

“Still moving from place to place?”

“Yeah, but he was doing it in style. When the band and I signed our first record deal, I used my share of the money to buy my dad an RV.” He smiled at the memory. “He was one happy guy. With that, he would always have a home.”

“So he got to see you famous and everything.”

“He did. If he was near where we were performing, he would come to the concerts. He liked saying he was with the band.”

“He sounds like a wonderful man.”

“He was. Sometimes the hardest thing is to let someone go. I get that now.”

“It’s a good lesson to learn.”

“So speaks the teacher.”

He opened a tote and saw part of a Victorian village, carefully wrapped in tissue paper. Dena pointed to the window seat.

“They go there. There’s a plug under the seat. You’ll see a little cutout where the cord goes. I think there are four bins just for the village.”

He started unpacking the various buildings, trees and small streetlights.

“You said you inherited the B and B, right?” he asked.

“I did. My Grandmother Regina left it to me. She knew I loved it here. She left Reggie stocks and bonds worth about the same as the B and B, so it was fair.”

He grinned. “Fairness matters.”

“When you’re talking about siblings, yes, it does.” She looked around the room. “I love this place and I’ve enjoyed owning it, but honestly, I would give it back in a heartbeat to have Grandmother Regina with us.”

He believed her.

“She would be very proud of you.”